Fan (noun): an enthusiastic devotee, follower, or admirer of a sport, pastime, celebrity, etc.: a baseball fan; a great fan of Charlie Chaplin. Origin: 1885–90, Americanism; short for FANATIC
I have never been one to follow celebrity lives religiously, to go to concerts, or scream and cry when I see a pop superstar. I do occasionally read People magazine, or click through to an entertainment news story that catches my eye. I tend to roll my eyes at said screaming, crying fans.
However, to my eternal embarrassment, there was a time that I was a closet fanatic.
During my teenage years I purchased the obligatory teen pop magazines and promptly dismantled them to post photos on my walls of all my favorite celebrities -- mostly consisting of NKOTB (on my honor I did NOT know this site existed -- I simply Googled it for linkage-sake). And when I say "on my walls", I mean, I'm surprised my mother didn't complain about the fact that the walls in my room were re-wallpapered because you couldn't see the wallpaper anyway as they were completely covered with posters. I know I threw in a couple of other teen heartthrobs but to be honest I cannot remember who they were.
Obviously, they all had lasting impact on my life [she said dryly].
A couple weeks ago my roommate received some hand-me-down People Magazines from a relative. While we were looking at them I teased her that I had picked the better of the two -- it was the best bachelors edition.
I laughed my head off when I found this in my room this afternoon:
I laughed so hard I cried.
I am blessed that they continue to do so.
I am blessed to be able to enjoy life.
I am blessed to laugh with friends.
I am blessed to laugh at myself.
However, to my eternal embarrassment, there was a time that I was a closet fanatic.
During my teenage years I purchased the obligatory teen pop magazines and promptly dismantled them to post photos on my walls of all my favorite celebrities -- mostly consisting of NKOTB (on my honor I did NOT know this site existed -- I simply Googled it for linkage-sake). And when I say "on my walls", I mean, I'm surprised my mother didn't complain about the fact that the walls in my room were re-wallpapered because you couldn't see the wallpaper anyway as they were completely covered with posters. I know I threw in a couple of other teen heartthrobs but to be honest I cannot remember who they were.
Obviously, they all had lasting impact on my life [she said dryly].
A couple weeks ago my roommate received some hand-me-down People Magazines from a relative. While we were looking at them I teased her that I had picked the better of the two -- it was the best bachelors edition.
I laughed my head off when I found this in my room this afternoon:
I laughed so hard I cried.
Now flee from youthful lusts and pursue righteousness, faith, love and peace, with those who call on the Lord from a pure heart. (2 Timothy 2:22)I was blessed to have a family who put up with my foolishness and imperfections.
I am blessed that they continue to do so.
I am blessed to be able to enjoy life.
I am blessed to laugh with friends.
I am blessed to laugh at myself.
I AM BLESSED.
It's a lot easier to make fun of you because you're foolish and imperfect (and like NKOTB). :)
ReplyDeleteWow - you must have one awesome roommate!! :)
ReplyDeleteI think putting some frames around the pictures would really look nice too!! (From your roommate's mom)!!!
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